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THE PRIVATE STASH
"I tried to write a story about honesty in Washington, but my typewriter jammed. Must’ve sensed the lie before I did. Around here, truth’s an endangered species—spotted once a decade, stuffed, mounted, and trotted out for campaign season."
Yours Truly,
Jack Hammer.
Home at Lost The cab was an old yellow dog, its engine wheezing with every turn. I paid the fare—plus…
The Arrival It was 2 a.m., the night before the game. A beat-up cab coughed me out in the alley…
